it's likable
rightso I'm weak
I've got no dignity,
your fingers
your kisses
my body stuck between yours and the bare ground
my naked skin exposed before your clumsy attempts
(as the sky felt blue and its sun giggled behind the clouds the clove bent once again)
Poetry by els
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Written on 2006-09-10 at 23:42
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